Sitting, unsteady amongst the stampede,
While she tries to control my thoughts.
Stars hollow like holes in the sky,
Sent to sleep in a sealed shoe box.
I'm just so lonely, baby.
I don't know how to refrain.
I just keep on talking to myself.
Feels like I'm going insane.
Sniffing harder and harder,
Staining clothes in the mud,
Joining hands with a joke,
Keep truth under the rug,
Keep one eye on the future,
The other in the past,
My third eye on the meaning and
My fourth on her ass.
All the girls gonna kill me.
Think I better make up my mind.
All the girls gonna kill me.
Think I better make up my mind.
Isabella, don't you cry.
Don't you ever think you wasted my time.
For the rest of my days, I'll keep you in mind.
Life's a ladder and we both gotta climb.
Bruised little bird on a bed in her cage,
Scribbling her dreams on a page.
Every man back then, plucked a feather and went
So fly lower and swallow the pain.
Cries Niagra for me, while I'm safe on a ship,
Plastic coat blocking tears from my head.
Better that than to feel, or admit that it's real,
For my heart to lose out to my head.
All the girls gonna kill me.
Think I better make up my mind.
All the girls gonna kill me.
Think I better make up my mind.
All the girls gonna kill me.
All the girls gonna kill me.
All the girls gonna kill me.
Think I better make up my mind.
Think I better make up my mind.